Now, Chu Fang seems to understand the meaning of that poem: "Staying with you, time flies by, and it's already like a fleeting moment."

During his university years, listening to his professors lecture on boring textbook knowledge and profound theories, he felt that even purgatory was nothing more than this, and killing someone was just a matter of beheading.

But at this moment, while receiving training from Zhong Tingyue, he listened with unusual seriousness (although he spent most of his time admiring her beautiful face).

Time flew by, and he finally came to his senses after the training ended.

Without waiting for him to greet her or ask for her contact information, Zhong Tingyue left the meeting room directly, as if she had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with the newcomers.

He had a cold and aloof demeanor.

"Tsk!" Chu Fang looked at that beautiful figure, light and ethereal, and thought to himself, "She's tough to deal with."

From the moment we met until now, his wife has exuded an aura of detachment, as if "no birds have flown from the mountains and no human tracks have been found on the paths."

"Handsome guy, let's get acquainted. My name is Dai Yixin."

Just as Chu Fang was pondering how to pursue Zhong Tingyue, he heard a sound beside him and immediately came to his senses, looking in the direction of the sound.

He saw his female colleague, who had been training with him, with jet-black, shiny hair that was naturally curly, and a bright, sunny, and cheerful smile on her face. She was reaching out to greet him.

"Chu Fang," he replied graciously, shaking hands with the other party.

Chu Fang temporarily put aside his unrealistic ideas about pursuing Zhong Tingyue, after all, he had only met his 'wife' once, and they were just casual acquaintances, both being company employees.

Immediately, he took the initiative to greet the other two colleagues and get to know them.

The man, dressed in loose-fitting clothes, was plump with small, narrow eyes that seemed to be closed. He appeared somewhat introverted and his name was Cai Guan.

Another new colleague, Li Fei, wore round-framed glasses and had an above-average appearance with distinct features.

The four of them came to Yateng Yige together as newcomers, and since they were all recent college graduates entering the workforce, they found they could get along very well because they wanted to support each other.

The training ended at noon.

Yaten Yige is a medium-sized decoration company, ordinary and mediocre. The capitalists are as stingy and exploitative as ever, and do not provide meals for the company's employees, including the four newcomers.

With a basic salary of two thousand yuan, I not only have to pay rent and utilities, but also have to eat and drink.

The four of them went downstairs and randomly picked a fast food restaurant near the company.

At this moment, the fast food restaurant was packed with white-collar workers eating.

White-collar worker sounds like a prestigious term, but in reality, those who know the situation understand: low salary, busy work, backstabbing, and oppression from others... ... Apart from the seemingly respectable job, there's nothing to praise.

White-collar workers also eat fast food to fill their stomachs at noon.

After queuing for a while, Chu Fang ordered a fast food meal consisting of two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes: twice-cooked pork, eggplant with minced pork, stir-fried greens, and Mapo tofu, which cost a total of twenty yuan.

Chu Fang is an easygoing person who can enjoy both expensive foreign meals, Japanese cuisine, and high-end private dishes costing tens or even hundreds of thousands of yuan, and also eat fast food costing tens of yuan with great relish.

He was originally from an ordinary family and did not develop the habit of not being able to eat anything that wasn't high-end.

Chu Fang picked up a piece of Mapo Tofu, tasted it, and frowned slightly.

An authentic Mapo Tofu should be golden in color, fragrant and fresh in flavor, spicy but not dry, tender but not raw, crispy but not crumbly, shaped like a peach, and have an enticing aroma.

The Mapo Tofu in front of him was only spicy and salty, with no other flavors.

After a brief moment of thought, he seemed to understand what the fast food restaurant owner was doing.

Fast food is not a gourmet meal, nor is it delicious; it merely provides the necessary food for 'working people' to cope with the busy work ahead, and it is also cheap.

That means you have to make the dishes as spicy and salty as possible, so that you can eat as much rice as possible with as little food as possible.

Chu Fang glanced back at the fast food restaurant owner, who was busy serving food to customers, and felt a surge of respect for him.

In Shanghai, a city with high prices, you can still find fast food for 20 yuan, including two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes.

I have to give the boss a thumbs up.

"Oh my, what kind of weird company is YATeng Yige? A salary of 2,000 yuan is just too stingy." The four of them sat together, and Dai Yixin complained while eating: "Three thousand yuan can't hire a migrant worker, but two thousand yuan can hire four college students. How am I supposed to live in Shanghai? I might as well just beg."

“I think it’s a good idea,” Chu Fang echoed. “Flexible working hours, diversified income sources, cultivation of interpersonal skills, and promotion of social welfare.”

The others smiled.

Li Fei said, "Two thousand yuan is the basic salary, enough to maintain a normal life. Our main source of income should be the commission after closing a deal."

As mentioned earlier, interior design is now a semi-sales profession, naturally similar to sales. The income mainly comes from using various 'professional' terms, concepts, and inspirations to persuade... brainwash... instill interior design concepts in clients, and get them to renovate under their company.

Therefore, the basic salary at YATeng Yige Company is very low.

"Make a sale?" Dai Yixin clicked her tongue. "Come on, we've just joined the company, we have no connections, no resources, how are we going to make a sale? The only things we have are university certificates and knowledge, but they're practically useless."

It is indeed difficult for a recent college graduate to close a deal.

“It’s useful,” Cai Guan suddenly said. “As long as your design skills are strong enough, you can get by in the company.”

"Come on... ..."

Just as Dai Xinyi was about to retort, Cai Guan continued, "That training instructor from earlier is an example."

These words immediately attracted Chu Fang's attention. He focused his mind and asked, "What do you mean?"

The training instructor was Zhong Tingyue, who was his future wife.

Cai Guan took a bite of rice and replied, "Before joining the company, I did some research. Most of the employees in our design department have semi-sales positions, and a few don't need to do sales. They can just focus on design and don't need to deal with interpersonal relationships. One of them is that training teacher from earlier, Zhong Tingyue."

Li Fei asked, "Why?"

Cai Guan replied, "First, Zhong Tingyue has design talent and can meet the client's design concept; second, she has a certain reputation in the industry and does not lack clients. She does not need to deal with interpersonal relationships like we do."

Chu Fang asked unhurriedly, "Is she very famous?"

“She graduated from a 985 university and won several design awards. Although they are not the big prizes, they are still very impressive. Moreover, Zhong Tingyue has only been working for two years and does not have much work experience. As long as she slowly accumulates experience and learns design, she will definitely stand out in this industry.”

Dai Xinyi gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

Li Fei also expressed her admiration: "No wonder he's so arrogant, he really has real skills."

Two years after graduation, my "wife" would be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Ideally, she would be twenty-four and I would be twenty-one. As the saying goes, "A woman three years older than her husband is a golden brick." While others admired Zhong Tingyue, Chu Fang had already begun to think about the age gap between him and Zhong Tingyue.